Once they are thoroughly out of sight Kuro turns and carefully gathers the angel into his arms. He has to shift the bags just so so they are not rubbing against the lovely gray wings as they fly. His cloak falls swiftly into place and in to time they are airborne. It's such a comfortable feeling for the demon, holding Aoba close to him like this. It's so familiar, so warm. . .He lets out a sift sigh to himself. [i]'Honestly, this silly feeling that he could just be taken away, just like that, and by a demon no less, it's just ridiculous. Aoba is happy here, with me, and the animals, and Dani. . . .'[/i] His heckles rise a little at how comfortable Aoba now is with Dani but it falls just as quickly as he peeks at the demon flying steadily at his side. Normally he'd be darting this way and that, fluttering about like a sparrow having a seizure, but burdened as he is he's forced to concentrate and fly steady.

The flight home is quite, each lost in their own thoughts, and when they finally arrive Kuro joins Aoba in a small chuckle over Dani being so proud of himself. Shaking his head, an honest smile on his lips, Kuro makes to put away the groceries as he always does. However he is stopped by a small hand on his chest. Looking down at the angel in mild confusion he scowls slightly as Aoba decides he wants to do it all this time. Once more Kuro's irrational fear of his Little Mouse pulling away from him rears it's ugly head and he simply stares at the angel's back in a slightly lost haze. Dani's words filter right past him, no retort even beginning to come to mind, and the smaller demon notices the lack of response quickly.

Not fast enough however and before he even has the chance to look up into his brother's face Kuro has turned and is making his way outside. Dani pouts, moving to go after him, however he pauses half way through the living room. Standing stock still in the now rather welcoming looking and clean room the small demon quickly begins weighing his options. [i]'Little Black Storm Cloud is off pouting over dad knows what, obviously doesn't wanna talk, and the little angel has already proven to be in an open mood today. . .'[/i] Turning slowly on the spot the little demon strides slowly over to the line separating the kitchen from the living room, a friendly but wicked smile on his lips.

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Fenrir had been called away soon after Kuro and Dani had returned to Aoba's side, and emergency in the ward demanding his attention. Like a good soldier his mind remains on the task until at last he's released and in an instant it's back on the angel and his demon caretakers. However upon his return, his gaze falling on to the small circle of reflective glass, he can sense something is amiss. Swiftly he locks his door and takes up his normal position behind his desk, his eyes locked on the scene before him. Kuro is nowhere to be seen and the littler one, Dani, looks very much like a wolf staring at a fresh carcass. What trust the arch angel has for the youngest brother does not quite extend to the smaller one and his heart skips a beat at the scene before him.

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Kuro takes to the air once he's outside, deciding on a few slow laps around territory both to check for danger, and to think. His mind, still haze, doesn't make that second goal very easy, and for the most part he simply watches the grass and dirt pass beneath him with very little going on behind his eyes besides a low buzz in inane babble. After his second lap he lets out a long sigh. “It's something he's asked of me, time and again. He wants to learn how to do stuff for himself. He wants a little more independence, that's all this is, he's not. . . .He's not. . . .” [i]'Pushing me away?'[/i] He sighs again, rolling on to his back and crossing his arms.

[i]'He still relies on me, and he hasn't asked to be left alone or for me to leave, but really. . . .Am I anything more than a glorified cook and guard dog at this point? Maybe a farm hand, maybe, but even there all I do is daily chores along side him, and I enjoy the time we spend together, but does he. . . .Does he see me as anything other than a necessity to living? Sure, I guard him, but Dani does too. I don't complain about helping but Dani does it too. . .Of course Dani doesn't cook, but really? Is that the one thing I'm uniquely good for around here?'[/i] He huffs aloud, landing in the back yard a few paces from his hiding place. [i]'And even in that Aoba wants independence. He doesn't [b]want[/b] me to be the cook, he wants to do it himself. . .'[/i] moving off into the grass slowly he pulls his carving tool from his pocket and settles down out of sight with his silly little project. He needs time to sort out his mind and this task has proven to help him do just that.